Song of Songs 6

6 ¹Whither is thy beloved gone,

O thou fairest among women?

Whither hath thy beloved turned him,

That we may seek him with thee?

²My beloved is gone down to his garden,

To the beds of spices,

To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

³I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine;

He feedeth his flock among the lilies,

⁴Thou art fair, O my love, as Tirzah,

Comely as Jerusalem,

Terrible as an army with banners.

⁵Turn away thine eyes from me,

For they have overcome me.

Thy hair is as a flock of goats,

That lie along the side of Gilead.

⁶Thy teeth are like a flock of ewes,

Which are come up from the washing;

Whereof every one hath twins,

And none is bereaved among them.

⁷Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate

Behind thy veil.

⁸There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines,

And virgins without number.

⁹My dove, my undefiled, is but one;

She is the only one of her mother;

She is the choice one of her that bare her.

The daughters saw her, and called her blessed;

Yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

¹⁰Who is she that looketh forth as the morning,

Fair as the moon,

Clear as the sun,

Terrible as an army with banners?

¹¹I went down into the garden of nuts,

To see the green plants of the valley,

To see whether the vine budded,

And the pomegranates were in flower.

¹²Before I was aware, my soul set me

Among the chariots of my princely people.

¹³Return, return, O Shulammite;

Return, return, that we may look upon thee.

Why will ye look upon the Shulammite,

As upon the dance of Mahanaim?